Beauty 365 … Stories of Love and Life for Everyday

My daughters cornered me. (Don't be deceived by their angelic faces!) Oh, I’d known that something was afoot. They’d spent too long bunkered together in the lounge room, speaking in hushed tones broken by intermittent shrieking laughter. When the door knob finally clicked, I somehow knew they’d be coming for me. I took protection behind a kitchen cupboard, wishing I could disappear into the groceries, but to no avail. One at each elbow, and with cheeky glints in their eyes, they led me firmly to the couch, and we sat down…too close for comfort.

They spurted their plan….’A girls’ weekend…a beautiful cottage…an open fire….an opulent spa bath….’ They were beside themselves.

Poor loves, they have learnt, as has my long-suffering husband, that spur of the moment plans will be met with resistance. So, they were ready with rebuttals. They would pay for it, and anyway, it would be supporting the economy. It would be good for the boys to have some bonding time. And finally, they pulled the hearts strings with mentions of Mother’s Day, and who knows if this sort of opportunity would ever come again!?

So, on day 40, while on the surface everything seemed the same, in my mind, everything was different. Their enthusiasm left me with no resistance, and I helplessly entered their world of planning. Where would we go? What would we do? What would we eat? What would we watch? What would we wear? Perhaps we could have a zoom wedding planning meeting with our other daughter in Sydney? I would definitely need to pack my knitting project from yesteryear, pack novels, recipe books, guitar, beauty makeover paraphernalia. In fact, would we need to hire a trailer?

In the end, whether we get away or not, is immaterial. The very idea of it has brightened everything. And I am once again reminded that I am so loved and cherished by my children. And I am eternally grateful.